Owen caught the sunglasses and wandered back toward the closet to shove his feet into the flip flops. He felt ridiculous, but he supposed it was better to feel ridiculous than overheat and risk fainting or something.
"I wasn't thinking about killing you," Owen told her with a small smirk as he slipped the sunglasses on top of his head. "Though now I'm glad I knew what your first thought of me was. Thank you for not attacking me." He was really just teasing. Owen wouldn't have blamed her for being suspicious of him that morning. He would have been suspicious of him too.